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[17] S T i L L - L i F e M i n U S F rU i T Morning rolls over on its side as delicately as an African violet first unfurls petals of pink and white, and you are still a thousand miles away, asleep; your dreams puncturing the walls of incalculable distances. you will scribble down your dim reflections on the skein of water pouring from the showerhead and consider the simple pleasure of warmth laved over your nipples— my lips traveling against all odds and practicality to meet them. ...

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